SUPPORTING A WHITE INDEPENDENT NATION

British Movement Sunwheel Fest 2014

Freyr certainly smiled on the leafy location chosen by the organisers of this year’s BM Sunwheel festival. It was the first time I had been to such an event and so did not know entirely what to expect. There were already plenty of crimson scalps and happy White children charging about when we arrived during the afternoon. The security staff were exemplary; professional and cordial, and helpfully guided us to a pitch.

There was plenty of time to take in the sights and sounds (and smells of various barbeques) before the live music began. By this time, I reckoned there must have been somewhere in the region of 120 White folk at the event. I must admit, I am not a great fan of “Oi,” etc., but there was a decent variety of music on offer, and the songs were played well into the night. It was good to see racially-conscious White people enjoying themselves together in the open air.

Following the last band, some retired to their tents, while others gathered around campfires and renewed old friendships and forged new ones. A few diehards talked well into the early hours, however voices were respectfully lowered. I simply cannot imagine this being the case at any other (non-WN) open-air event.

If I were to be critical, and in retrospect, I think next year’s festival could break ground and perhaps offer a more formal eating arrangement, with folk sitting down to eat and drink around a large table – something akin to how our ancestors must have behaved when they congregated together. This would further engender a sense of camaraderie and community, but it would of course be dependent on the space available. And a skip, as others have mentioned, would seem to be essential, especially given the numbers in attendance, although the site was practically spotless by midday the day after, in stark contrast to the mountains of litter left behind by the revellers at Stone Henge.

Lastly, I would like to thank the duo from Wales who aided a comrade in his dire need (he/we couldn’t put his tent up!) and the friendly comrade who shared his daughter’s birthday cake with us. In all, I would certainly go again.